“I don’t think people who lived in the Bible times had it easy, but at least when Jesus said, “Follow me” they could see the guy. You knew whether you were following him or not because… “Whoa, there goes Jesus!” He’d be off somewhere and you’d still be eating your cheese fries (because chili cheese fries hadn’t been invented yet- man they had it rough) and you’d realize “Whoops, I guess I didn’t follow”
I think in many ways those of who who live today have it easier, but following an invisible guy can be tricky.” (65)…
“I’m no expert at this, but I’m getting better. Because he’s invisible and all, I’m often not positive I’m following Jesus but I’ve been asking God to help me. I keep telling Him I want to follow wherever Jesus leads, even if I’m astonished at where he takes me and afraid of going there.” (68)
The above is from “I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy t-shirt” by Vince Antonucci. We’ll begin reading it as a church in a few months. It’s great stuff. There’s a good website too: http://lousytshirtbook.com with support material.
How do we know when we’re following Jesus?
In what ways is it easier to live at Jesus time?
In what ways is it more difficult?
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charlax // March 10, 2008 at 6:21 pm |
Follow Me.
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Follow me.
Jesus Wept.
Saint Peter cried.
The Trumpet sounded the end of time.
Follow me.
Jesus Wept.
The dead shall rise.
How many did you tell?
Follow me.
Just say my namme.
Jesus Wept.